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leonada’s missing earring

she worried about perfectionha, worrynearly she wasface, figureform, functionshe appreciated the way men’s eyes melted into her mocha skinwomen, well they frownedshe was too muchthey didn’t have enough of what she hadeverything was together for herfor leonadauntil the morning she wokeand discovered an earring missingthe pair had been carved from ancient volcanic rockblessed by a miraculous shaman, now gone from this worldthe earrings were light and in their lightness embodied spirituality to leonadano one else ever moved in this close to her satin mochano one
just these earringsnow one was not a pairand leonada’s underground eyes never welleduntil this daybut only for a short whileshe gazed long into her long mirrorthen in one sweep – a seagull wing breezing the oceanshe hung the blessed earring to her lobeher dark stallion hair tamed into a hoop of matching sizeshe turned away from her long reflectionand swayed out the door into the daya small smile unfurling at the edges of her full lips

I woke with eyes blurry window shades drawn my bedroom black though the sun was risingI smiled at the little glowing lights in my roomone each from the clock radio, the DVD player, the smoke detectorI imagined thembright stars in a magical night skythat’s what leonadawould have seenI too, began my morning with a blessed smileand this, Leonada ends my subbing fashion sketches – thank you
may your day begin with a small smile